Tad had held on to his secret for a very long time, and had always managed to keep it tucked away, waiting for what he thought would be the right time. For some reason, he'd never found any time to be the right one. This wouldn't have qualified as the right time under any of Tad's old criteria, but he felt compelled for some reason, here and now, to spit it out."
"I fancy you," he said, softly. "Have for a long while, in fact."